"I said this statue was weird!" Zhang 13 waved his long sword, "I'll go and destroy the statue of the god in the main hall!" ”

"Don't bother so much!" Zhou Fengchen grabbed him and said, "This should be a trick played by Daoist Wu, pediatrics, bullying us for being inexperienced, you stop the demon monks, I'll break it!"

"Good!" Zhang Shisan nodded in agreement, and rushed towards the demon monks who came around, clanging into a ball.

Zhou Fengchen stuck the ancient knife on the ground, sat down cross-legged, opened the eye of the sky, looked at the eyes of the statue above, concentrated his mental power, and said something in his mouth, "The eye of heaven breaks through the yin, all illusions have nothing to hide, and they are as urgent as the law!" Scatter! ”

Buzz –

The idol's face shook and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And the mist and the demon monks also dissipated, revealing the dead silence of the temple, the burning torches and the big red coffin.

The group of demon monks stood at the door of the main hall at this time, their eyes closed, their teeth bared, and they twisted around, like a nervous disorder.

Zhang Shisan sighed, "What about this group of grandsons engaging in performance art?" ”

"I got into the play too deeply, I thought I was killing us!" Zhou Fengchen smiled, leaned to the side, raised his foot and kicked horizontally.

Bang!

The big red coffin flew out at once, crashing straight into a group of demon monks.

The group of demon monks woke up when they heard the sound, and they were all startled, the two demon monks were not in a hurry, and they were smashed down by the coffin, and the rest of the demon monks saw it, and dragged them out in a panic, and then turned into a cloud of black gas, and drilled into the main hall in the blink of an eye.

The two of them were not in a hurry to chase in, Zhou Fengchen made a look, and Zhang Shisan stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Daoist Wu!" What's the point of coming out to meet like a shrunken turtle? ”

After shouting, the two waited for a while, but the surroundings were quiet, and there was no response.

Zhang Shisan scratched his head, "What is this grandson's idea?" If you don't do it with real knives and guns, what are you doing hiding and hiding? Will...... Not at home? ”

"Yes! It's nearby! Zhou Fengchen was very sure, and after thinking about it, he held the knife and threw it at the gate of the main hall.

"Smack!"

The wooden plaque engraved with the words "Dharma is boundless" in the center was not very strong, and it was cut in half and fell down.

The two hurriedly looked around again, but there was still no reaction.

"Can you bear this? This grandson belongs to a tortoise, right? Zhang 13 scolded.

"No matter! Enter! Zhou Fengchen raised his feet and ran towards the gate of the main hall, jumped up and pulled out the ancient knife, and rushed into the main hall.

Zhang 13 casually pulled out two torches and followed.

The hall was quiet, the group of demon monks were not there, and the eyes of the god statue were very strange.

"I'll show you!"

Zhang Shisan handed the torch to Zhou Fengchen, ran a few steps, and slammed onto the head of the idol, picked up the long sword and poked the two bronze eyeballs of the idol, jumped down after the work, looked back again, and smiled, "It's much more pleasing to the eye!" ”

"Awesome!" Zhou Fengchen gave him a thumbs up, handed him a torch, pointed to the apse again, made a movement to wipe his neck, and whispered: "After killing this group of demon monks, Daoist Wu should naturally come out."

The two of them rushed to the apse, slashed the curtain with a knife, and rushed in.

However, when I looked around, I was a little dumbfounded, there was no one in the apse! Those demon monks are not inside!

"What's going on? You saw them come in? Zhang 13 raised the torch and looked around.

It was empty, emitting a strange smell of fishy and paint, and the murals on the walls were so brilliant that they seemed to have more charm than when they were seen during the day.

Zhou Fengchen subconsciously walked to the wall to take a look, and Zhang Shisan also watched from the other side.

The painting is very strange, the upper part is a group of immortals drinking and singing, but there is also a group of monks killed by officers and soldiers below......

Zhou Fengchen was looking at it intently, and Zhang Shisan on the other side suddenly said "ah", "Brother Zhou!" No way! Come and have a look! ”

It sounded like something terrible had happened.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fengchen walked over with a torch.

Zhang Shisanyi pointed to the painting on the wall, "Isn't this the Yuan Zhi monk?" ”

Zhou Fengchen looked intently, and his chest couldn't help but chuckle, only to see a bald and fat monk hiding in the corner of a meditation room on the mural, looking out with a frightened face.

The appearance of this monk is exactly the same as that of the Yuanzhi monk.

"What does that mean?" Zhang Shisan's face was full of doubts, and he subconsciously touched the mural with his hand.

This sudden change occurred, and his whole person disappeared at once, and there was a slight "snap" sound next to him.

Zhou Fengchen was taken aback, and hurriedly looked to the side, okay! Zhang 13 also ran into the painting, standing in the apse of a temple, looking up at the roof, the most strange thing is that his hair gradually disappeared, and he also became a monk.

"Damn!" Zhou Fengchen frowned, stretched out his hand and touched it, this touch, his body was cold, and a flower in front of his eyes seemed to float up, and when his eyes focused again, he found Zhang Shisan looking around.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Shisan turned his head and his eyes widened, "Damn!" Brother Zhou, why is your hair gone? ”

Zhou Fengchen touched his scalp, and sure enough, he also became a monk, scolded secretly, and pointed at Zhang Shisan, "Your hair is gone!" It's ugly. ”

Zhang Shisanyi touched his scalp and scolded, "I said how cool the scalp is, what's the fuck going on?" ”

Zhou Fengchen looked around, the light was not dim, it was exactly the same as the apse of the "Soul Painting Temple", but there were no murals on the wall, if he hadn't seen Zhang Shisan enter the painting with his own eyes, he was afraid that he would also be confused.

"Look, the mural is gone!" Zhou Fengchen pointed to the wall and said.

"I see it." Zhang Shisan patted his head and pondered, "Shouldn't we be in the painting?" ”

Zhou Fengchen nodded, "That's right!" ”

At this moment, there was a sudden noise and deafening shouts outside.

Zhou Fengchen put away the knife, lowered his voice and said: "This is the real illusion, let's act at the opportunity, avoid the killing move, and find Yuan Zhi."

"Okay!" Zhang 13 also took the long sword.

"Senior Brother Jingyi, Senior Brother Jingyuan!" A little novice with clear eyebrows hurriedly ran in from outside, and said anxiously: "Get out quickly, the army is coming!"

Zhou Fengchen coughed, lowered his voice and asked, "Don't panic!" What happened? ”

The little novice was about to cry, "I don't know, the abbot told you to get out!" ”

"Well, okay!" Zhou Fengchen gave Zhang Shisan a look, and the two followed the little monk out.

When I got outside, my eyes lit up, and I was a little uncomfortable, but it was dusk at this time, and the sun had not completely set.

The position here is higher, look at it, what is the "painting soul temple" here, the area is simply too big, the Buddha hall is one after another, you can't see the end, there are even two relics stupas standing high, among which the monks of various monk robes are in a hurry, running around, a chaotic situation of panic.

And at the foot of the mountain in the distance, a dense group of ancient soldiers pounced, spears like a forest, murderous.

Zhang Shisan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but scold, "Your uncle! ”

(End of chapter)